The thing that few people will ever admit is that all of us are feeling for the switch in the dark every day and some days we find it and some days we don’t and some days we do but the bulb is burned out and even just the reaching and reaching is an accomplishment.
“You”, the you you are now, is like a drop in an endless ocean. The drop is never there. The drop is always there. All the drops are there, and none of the drops are there — the drops are just ways the ocean sees, feels, hears, itself. “You” don’t go anywhere. You shine on, that little drop reflecting all the colors of the sun. It’s hard to hold this in your mind — because you are not the ocean’s mind, and yet you are the ocean’s mind. It’s only believing in “you” that prevents the ocean’s mind from arising in you. But I digress again.
Once you really see suffering, something magical happens. It lifts, disappears, evaporates. What you really see has no power over you anymore. You admit to yourself that you were neglected, hurt, alone, mistreated. Maybe for the first time, you understand, acknowledge the harm it caused. Now you also know that it is over. Now you also know that it was just mind creating need. Now you can forgive the hurt, and the wound can heal. Only when you can see your suffering can your suffering have less power over you.